What does it mean if you have grown accustomed to depression and the dysfunctional lifestyle that it gave you? When depression feels home, pain has become the companion. If I have lost hope and let the depression make me rot in a corner, tired of struggling then what does it mean? What if the darkness is my home and everything outside is painful? Who am I then? How does it end when I stopped fighting for it to end? Alive but dead?
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